The Looking Glass

reflections

Is it not the joys of childhood that cause us dream?

And is it not those golden days that lace our memory?

Days long lost somehow have paved our way  

I see a remnant of that girl on the far side of life’s shore.

With each passing day a new perspective I find

And with each passing day a new decade I climb.

This road I’ve paved leaves me with no fear of tomorrow.

And as I gaze into this reflection I spy a trace of the woman

I hope to find.

Reviews

[Neville]

A delight to read & for what it is worth, I too spend an increasing amount of time trying to catch a glimpse of the man I once was and also hope to find...

All Good Things Cherrie,

Neville

[Cherrie]

sometimes I feel younger adults have a flat view of themselves and the older I get the more 3-d I become :) and I 'am glad to see others see that as well

[Neville]

Yes indeed, many a true word written in haste. I am certainly not thinking of slowing down, at least any more. Regards, N

[roarke]

beautifully phrased.

[Chris]

You've provided some interesting insights... to be thought about.

[Cherrie]

like all good Irishmen I’m never at a loss for words or opinions, :) thank you

[Chris]

chuckling here... good thoughts

[Art Sun]

sometimes its not about the journey...the end result of our dreams will be at the completion of our dreams...nice thoughts Cherrie...

[Ed Hart]

look, here she is!

[diannesam]

this is so beautiful and graceful

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Life is an endless journey of self discovery because we all always evolving, growing and changing. A wonderful little poem.